The Golden Compass

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The ballroom of the Ashworth Manor smelled of beeswax, stale tobacco, and the heavy, cloying scent of lilies that had been cut too soon and were already turning brown at their edges in the crystal vases. I stood near the heavy velvet curtains, my uniform crisp but ill-fitting, the brass buttons digging into my chest as I watched the crowd swirl in the gaslight like a slow, drunken galaxy. It...

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